The dim little tangerine lamp on the bedside table was still on, as An Yeran liked to sleep with the light on while wearing an eye mask.
This was her habit, just like using an air conditioner while covering with a blanket in the summer.
Next to her was the small body of her younger brother, carrying the smell of milk.
Sleeping with a boy was not unusual for her. When she was younger, she always slept with her real younger brother, An Yewen, until their grandmother passed away when she was ten, freeing up a room in their home. Only then did she kick out that stinky kid, An Yewen.
Lu Xiu was very well-behaved when sleeping, basically not changing positions. However, An Yeran was not so well-behaved.
Specifically, she loved to hog the blanket.
However, she did not know this herself.
The night was extremely quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Occasionally, a cat's meow could be heard from outside.
